[Akira]

Thistlethorn had just woken up, dark gray tabby fur bristling when he yawned and sat up. He was bored, but didn’t know what to do: he was antisocial, but with the coyotes, there wasn't much he could do outside of camp besides watch leaves fall. Still, he walked around, sniffing a bit, and he idly began to sink into daydreams.

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